Welcome To Atlanta

Yeah

Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues

Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a four

A knock on the door, who is it? I would happen to know

The one with the flow, who did it? It was me I suppose

JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cut Supreme

Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned

I split your spleen, as a matter of fact I split your team

No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams

I'm allergic, the doc prescribed antihistamines

Oink, oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork

Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork

Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with Banners

Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons

The wooly mammoth sabertooth, bitch, bite your tongue

I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come

I pull up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus

So I stripped them off the wall

Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up

I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up

In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck

I can't lose with twenty-twos, bitch, that's what's up

Runnin' in the back to fuck, better better than in the aqueduct

Chil-li-li-li-li-n', fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo

Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo

Yo. yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo

Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on 'em thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, uh

Now the party don't start 'til I walk in

And I usually don't leave until the thing ends (uh)

But in the meantime, in between time